Compounded (Poem 8 for April)
Compounded
She penknifed the backseat
of the Buick roadmaster
for every fibbermeister, who,
poring beer and mewling
semen, had cupboarded her
there, his no-neck bulk
necktying
her down;
the upholstery popcorned
beneath the slim
chokeheld blade
like hookworm turned
to foam;
if a seat could apologize, this vinyl
would be on
both knees,
but it had
no knees.
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This is very much of a draft, my number 8 poem for April National Poets month, for the wonderful Kerry O’Connor’s prompt on Real Toads to write a poem using some compound words.
The drawing is mine, recycled and not quite right for this, but I think I have to recycle drawings this month! Note that I am trying to return comments, but if I miss you, let me know.
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ManicDDaily 
April 6, 2016 at 6:11 am
I’m chuckling. Nice
April 6, 2016 at 8:52 am
I love the gritty feel of this poem, from the penknifed backseat to that devious little hookworm, but especially admire how you used cupboard as a verb. What a great poem.
April 6, 2016 at 11:00 am
Thanks, Kerry–a great prompt. k.
April 6, 2016 at 9:16 am
Surreal, uncomfortable and infinitely creative in the wordplay here, k.
April 6, 2016 at 10:27 am
I can feel her anger, to the last word. Very creative use of today’s prompt.
April 6, 2016 at 10:30 am
the upholstery popcorned
beneath the slim
chokeheld blade
like hookworm turned
to foam
Wow! Such power and depth here 😀
April 6, 2016 at 11:46 am
Yikes, dark. I want to cheer her knifing on!
April 6, 2016 at 12:49 pm
This is really creative!
April 6, 2016 at 1:14 pm
Fabulous.. . though there are cases I wish the penknife could be used on pricks…
April 6, 2016 at 3:30 pm
necktying her down…. gritty and REAL! Creative combinations and I think this poem speaks to a lot of young (and old) people. I HATE plastic seats… so remember them.
April 6, 2016 at 4:57 pm
Whew. This took me by the throat.
Chilling:
“his no-neck bulk
necktying
her down”
A raw take on the prompt that stood right up and slapped me. Great work, here.
April 6, 2016 at 5:18 pm
I love your first line, so sharp and of the moment… Then again, the imagery throughout the poem is extremely clear and real… so much so, that by the end, I’m feeling sorry for the knee-less vinyl.
April 6, 2016 at 6:59 pm
A dramatic story already! Would love to see where this might go.
April 6, 2016 at 11:34 pm
I guess that is one way to purge. Perhaps the seat will welcome a seating makeover.
April 7, 2016 at 12:21 am
a quiet brutality here ~
April 7, 2016 at 6:25 am
This creats a vivid, disturbing scene. I’m not sure if she has been raped or just used.
April 7, 2016 at 12:55 pm
Glad to see I wasn’t the only one who reacted to the choke-holding blade bit. Strong words, strong piece. Need to go hug my dog now (that’s meant as a compliment)!